Sailor Moo
Copyright© 2025 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Halloween Night - Katie's Grandma sends a skimpy anime Sailor Moon knock off costume with a Cow theme for her to wear. Her mom insists she put it on and go trick or treating with the full ensemble! Embarassed Nude Female Story/CMNF Set in the Girl's Don't Need Modesty Universe I love creating the images for the story, almost as I do writing this one.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent BDSM DomSub Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Food Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Public Sex ENF Halloween Illustrated
“What do I do?” I asked awkwardly as I stood there shivering and chattering my teeth. The water was drying on my body, the mosquitoes buzzed around my face, and my nipples were stiffening up because I was involuntarily getting aroused from all the attention and adrenaline that was coursing through my system. It was making me nervous, and the humiliation was causing me to cringe.
“The same thing you do at home when you forget to take the trash out or spend too much time farting around when you should be cleaning,” Mom said.
“We are outside, though,” I scrunched my nose and looked around. A guy pinched my butt as he walked past and didn’t stop walking.
“Master, please direct your sister on an appropriate supplication position to apologize to the Johnsons,” Mom decided.
“Sailor Moo, you are a cow, get down on all fours,” he said.
I was reluctant, but without much choice, I dropped to my knees, hands on the sidewalk, and stuck my butt up and out.
“Legs wider,” he came behind. “Your fat pussy and sweaty asshole should be visible; you should have no modesty. This will put your entire focus on what you are about to say. I want you to mean what you say and say what you mean.”
The little nerdy fucker quoted my father’s favorite saying like it was something he just made up.
“Tits touching the dirt, nose up, chin up, legs wider, now, Moo.”
“Mooing isn’t part of the apology,” I said.
He had the audacity to smack my pussy with the light saber like he was waiting for me to sass him. “Tonight, you are Sailor Moo, and cows moo.”
“Moooooooooooo,” the primal sound settled in my throat like it was supposed to come from me. A deep vibrating thrum rumbled through my collarbone, and a low protracted note that sounded much more bass than I intended followed as a hum.
“VERY GOOD!!!” People clapped, and some of it wasn’t patronizing. I need a word for humiliated while elated and flattered because the mixed emotion I felt in that moment was too difficult to describe.
Shameflattered? Degradiated? Degradated and radiating? No, those are not the right words. Flustercunted? Yes, I was definitely Flustercunted.
“The next step, once the Johnsons tell you to speak, is to confess what you did wrong. You must be honest, truthful, and not sugarcoat anything. You do not get to hide behind fancy euphemisms.”
“I don’t know what a euphemism is,” I looked up at him with a vulnerable glance for definition. I was half angry that he wasn’t telling me.
“Of course you don’t know,” he chuckled and patted my head like I was just a dumb cow. “Don’t worry about it. Just tell them what you did wrong after they give you permission to speak or acknowledge you.
I had a moment to collect my thoughts. My mind was all a jumble of chaos as I tried to think of the perfect words. I was envious that my little brother was so much smarter and well-spoken than I was. The Johnsons made me wait for enough time that I began to feel nervous and unprepared, while people walked past and laughed. One guy spat right on my hand as he walked past, as if he didn’t see me on the ground.
“You can go right on ahead and say what you are going to say,” Mrs. Johnson finally said with a skeptical tone in her voice that she thought this was all performative, and I wouldn’t mean what I said.
I wished that I didn’t have to think, and that my brother told me what to say. It dawned on me that was why my mother thought men should be in charge.
I didn’t want to believe it, but I could understand how I wasn’t ready to make a convincing confession.
“Mrs. Johnson, I am sorry that Tiffy and I acted like filthy, bare-ass cows in your yard. I let my arrogant, ugly pride take over and destroy your wonderful, haunted house. We tore it apart, and then we stole a lot of attention from your show. That attitude is a reflection of my flawed nature as a dumb girl. I accept that I earned the embarrassment you witnessed, and I look forward to coming over tomorrow and making amends for what I did.”
“No, you don’t,” Mrs. Johnson snickered. “You lie like a hooker from New Orleans with a push-up bra filled with tissue, and a perfumed pussy that smells like tuna fish. You aren’t looking forward to coming to my house! That’s going to be hard work, Sugar. You hate hard work like a john hates wearing a condom!”
I’d never had anyone refuse my confession before. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I was stunned. I looked up at Kevin.
He looked at my mom, and then back at me. “She doesn’t believe you because you didn’t tell her the truth. You’ll stay down there until you confess your shortcomings and what you did wrong.”
“My cousin Tiffy and I are best friends, but the biggest enemies and rivals. We compete with each other over everything, and we try to tear each other down as a way to build ourselves up, because we are as dumb and vain as you think we are. I don’t even remember why I fought Tiffy and tore your haunted house apart. I got caught up in the moment, and just wanted to beat her ass, and now I am facing the consequences of my actions, which I’ll willingly accept, but I won’t like them.”
“That’s the first truthful thing I’ve ever heard you say, young lady.” Mrs. Johnson seemed to respect me for a moment. “You are a natural born liar, taught to use perfume and make-up to soften your features, taught to spray perfume over your sweat and pussy juices to mask them, taught to manipulate and tease men into feeling sorry for you so they’ll do things for you, and then you have the audacity to come here and try that around my husband! You teased Mr. Gibbons for years, and then you kicked him in the balls!”
“I am sorry about that,” I said.
“I doubt that sincerely, I think given the opportunity you’d kick him again but go on with this,” Mrs. Johnson seemed annoyed with me. She folded her arms and looked away.
“She covered restitution,” Kevin explained that I had offered to clean their house.
“No, she said what she’s already been told to do. This is a chance for my daughter to offer real restitution.”
“Um, not only will I be punished at home, but I am willing to be punished at your house for what I did if you see fit, and um, if you want me to come and clean up, and my parents say it is okay, then I am willing to try my hardest to do a good job,” I said.
“No, it’s not going to be up to your father or me. Your father and I discussed this. With his new job, he doesn’t have time to manage you, and I am getting tired of it as well. You are a lot to manage, and I have chores of my own to attend to. Kevin will manage your time from now on. He’ll be the one who decides if you have the time to come over and clean for them.”
“Even on Friday and Saturday nights? When do I want to go on a date?” I glanced over my shoulder in a panic.
I heard laughter ridiculing my concern and scoffing at me, from all sides, and I cringed.
“Especially on Friday and Saturday nights. We’ll be changing how you date. We talked about that in the haunted house. I am not going to bicker and argue with you about here while you are trying to apologize to these nice people. We’ll talk about it later, Katie!”
I was worried and frowned, but didn’t argue.
“You did a piss-poor job of explaining WHY you’d be willing to do those things,” Kevin reminded me by stabbing at my butt with his Jedi Light Saber. “You should have said that you were willing because you know you deserve to be put to work doing useful things instead of destructive things or something like that.”
I started to repeat what he said, but he stopped me and told me not to plagiarize his words verbatim. I didn’t know what plagiarism or verbatim meant, so I didn’t ask or argue with him.
“Contrition,” He gave me the fourth step, and kicked my butt softly with his foot to prompt me to remember what the step was. I didn’t, and he explained it to me. “You beg for forgiveness and correction, to sincerely regret your actions and learn from them.”
I hated this part the most. I wasn’t good at begging, and I knew it. I smiled at them and tried to beg politely, “Please, don’t pity me, or show me mercy! I know that to learn to be a good girl, I need to be punished, and it’s for my own good! I accept that my betters know what is best for me, and I am so sorry for what I did, but the only way to prove it and learn from my mistake is to be corrected physically and mentally through discipline!”
I had said something like that many times to my father and mother, but now I was including my little brother in the term “betters” and it felt wrong. He was smarter than me, but I could still grab him by his ankle, hold him upside down, and shake him if I had really wanted to kick his ass.
“Then the final acceptance, you’ll ask for forgiveness and thank them for their judgment, whatever it is,” Kevin reminded me.
“I’ve never apologized outside before, and this is very humiliating, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I assure you, I never want to be down here like this again, and I know I am a very flawed, silly girl. Will you please forgive me this one time after I am corrected and demonstrate my sincerity?”
“We’ll see,” Mrs. Johnson replied curtly.
“Thank you,” I looked up at my brother instinctively, and when he nodded, I got up. I realized that I naturally expected to have permission granted before getting up instead of just getting up on my own.
A part of me was naturally a rule follower.
“Katie, you are up,” my aunt pushed Katie forward. She’d been standing there with arms folded across her bare tits, watching me apologize.
“It’s a tough act to follow,” she stumbled forward.
“We aren’t interested in any cheesecake cheerleader fake smiles and acts, dear,” Mrs. Johnson replied sternly.
I tried to fade into the darkness and wait and watch as Katie soaked up the attention. People still gawked at my nudity, but strangely, no one freaked out or told me I shouldn’t be outside.
“Sorry, Sorry, so Slut goes like this,” she said the word “Supplication,” then went down on all fours and adopted my position exactly the same way I had. I wasn’t sure if that was how she was supposed to do it or not.
“Jessie, walk your sister through how to do it,” Brittany instructed.
“Mom! Please, I know how to do SLUT! I apologize all the time! I can do it on my own!” Tiffy was embarrassed; she wasn’t going to be allowed to apologize without prompting.
“I’ll just be here to guide you,” Jessie told his sister warmly.
She curled one lip on the side of her face into a frown and continued.
“L is for Learning, what did I learn, and I learned that I was a dumb, bully, and a poopy friend that is a big meanie to my cousin. I don’t know why we fought either. I got pissy and bitchy, and started tearing up everything, and once I started, I couldn’t quit. I couldn’t let my cousin win, and even though I knew we were going to get in trouble, I just kept on doing the dumb thing because I didn’t want to stop. I lack self-control, and I am a silly girl who always fucks up. Please forgive me!”
“Well, I believe you mean it, at least you mean it right now, if that’s worth anything,” Mrs. Johnson replied.
“U is for um, uh,” Tiffy stuck her finger in her mouth; she’d forgotten.
Jessie kicked her in the pussy hard with the flat of his foot. Her body shook and she lurched forward. “Damnit, Um, U Is Understanding, for what I did and asking to be put in my place. My mom already told you I will come over and clean up, and um, anything my cousin can do, or will do, I would do, or um, whatever,” she got nervous, and stuck her finger in her mouth again.
It was odd to watch Tiffy be so nervous and crumble like that. She normally spoke like a viper with a script when it was just the two of us, but she seemed to have stage fright and get nervous when she had to apologize.
“T is for Truth,” Tiffy chanted, as if she had memorized the acronym as a song.
“Truth is like a zipper to a stripper,” Mrs. Johnson said in her folksy way. “It’s something she won’t use, doesn’t need, and never had.”
“Well, the truth is that I don’t want to be punished, I don’t want to be down here on all fours, I wish I hadn’t done those things, and I am pissed that my little brother gets to supervise me because I’ll do a good job even if he wasn’t!”
“Well, how does it feel to be pissed off and mad about things you can’t change, little slut?” Mrs. Johnson asked with her worldly charm and wisdom. “You sound like my firstborn! Always wished she’d been born with a cock so she could go be a doctor or something. It’s like a short guy pissed off that he can’t be a basketball star. He just wasn’t born for it, and the sooner you accept you’ll always answer to a man, whether it’s your daddy, your brother, your pimp, or your husband, it’s going to be like that when you are born with a slit.”
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